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Scary story. I tried, ok?

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

A small poem/story/letter I wrote to myself.

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?

A short horror story.

A nice dewy spring night, When the moon shone like a diamond ring, She walked through the heavy rain, Her head hanging down.

Relax and let Life deal with it.

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."

i'm lost and now i'm paying the cost

Love part 4! Some people have been longing for this one...

Rolling and crashing....they bellow...